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And the second (and third) nominee for WWM 08 is…..
By hissychick | May 7, 2008
…me. Again.
Nomination #2
For outstanding performance in failing to prevent potentially IQ reducing head injuries in the cruising soon to be toddler I give you:
Being aware of the potential danger but too distracted to prevent what I saw was coming not once, but twice on Monday, resulting in a bruised forehead and an almost black eye for E. The first incident involved E walking headfirst into the dining room table and a chair as she attempted to reach for one of A’s forbidden toys. I had been about to move said toy but was too busy taking my first sip of my necessary to commence day upright and conscious cup of tea.
The second incident involved E clipping the side of her face on one of our low coffee tables which is home to A’s dollhouse. Just seconds before I’d been idly thinking “oh we need to put the safety corner back on that table” but then got distracted by a broken nail…hey presto.
I am the queen of prioritisation when I am sleep deprived. Not.
Nomination #3
For outstanding performance in the field of royally screwing your threenager up on one of life’s Big Issues I give you the following:
Last Friday afternoon. A spies the empty fishbowl which has been put outside on the lawn to dry after her deceased pet fish has been disposed of and said bowl has been cleaned.
A: Where’s bluefish? (You’ve got to love the fact that our girl labelled our very much red coloured goldfish with this moniker. Such an Aussie).
Me (trying to be upfront and honest): Sweetie, he died this morning.
A (pondering strange new concept): Died? Can I see him?
Me (dread rising): No…
A (thinking some more): So he’s gone to a new place?
Me (wondering where this is all leading): You could say that…
A (suddenly going into overdrive): What new place? Can I go there too? Why can’t I see him? What’s ‘dieded’?
Me (panicking): Sweetie, bluefish didn’t wake up this morning so he’s gone.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How stupid am I? Can’t. Take. Words. Back. Must. Do. Something.
Me: Um, Mummy didn’t say that quite right. Hey do you want an icecream?
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Yeah, that last one is pearler isn’t it? To be honest, I wished I had put that flipping bowl away before I picked A up from daycare because I was not, am still not in the least bit prepared to be discussing death with her. Then again, who is prepared to rock the secure and previously immutable foundations of their child’s world?
Mr hissychick and I were both raised in the Catholic religion. The best bit about this is that we were both taught to understand that faith is a personal thing and to respect an individual’s right to their beliefs (provided you don’t push them on us that is). And given that religion is always a touchy subject, I am not going to divulge our current beliefs in this post.
However I am not comfortable with introducing religious concepts at this stage of A’s life because we aren’t dealing with facts, but faith. I would prefer for our children to be exposed at a later stage when they can more readily understand that people believe in different things to help them deal with life’s big issues, and that they too can find their own way.
That said, I really wished I’d just said that the fish had gone to Heaven and left it at that. And I really, really wished I hadn’t been so idiotic as to mention sleep in connection with death. It’s a number one no no and whoever first came up with that stupid euphemism obviously wasn’t thinking about kidlets who already fight sleep with all of their might.
Thankfully miss A hasn’t said anything since so I may have dodged a bullet but am not entirely convinced as she misses nothing. In the future I think whenever I am asked anything further about death I am going to stick my fingers in my ears and screech “Go ask your father LALALALALA”. It’s the least he deserves seeing as he’ll be palming off all the sex ed stuff onto me.
Anyway please peoples, keep ‘em coming. The WWM stories that is. Surely I can’t take a clean sweep of the awards. Um..can I?
Topics: Silly mummy, WWM 08 | 3 Comments »
You are right. The concept of Faith and Death are about the hardest things to help kids grasp because their world is so tangible and real.
I did the easter story with Micah this easter and it was hard, even with a Kids picture Bible. Then he started asking a lot of questions, which choosing the right words was almost impossible.
Pfffhhh…
Moomykin’s last blog post..Cutie
Posted by: Moomykin on May 7th, 2008 at 6:30 pmOooKaaay then if I must……
One mini man somehow escaped the confines of his prison/playroom and quietly snuck past me whilst I was lazily bathing his brother. He had the audacity to climb the staircase and then use his head to bump down 5 stairs. Noice bruise on right cheek.
Husband is totally responsible for all the other bruises this child.( no one can prove otherwise so I am blaming him) The humongous bruise on same childs forehead is from allowing him to step off the top of a 3 foot high playgym. Followed 10 minute later from allowing him to try to scale the pole base of his highchair a huge shiner on the right eye.
I am not taking this child out for a week now as he looks like a victim of child abuse and I just know no one will believe the truth.
Posted by: Simone on May 8th, 2008 at 2:49 amKathie- it is a difficult topic to broach with the little’uns given that their thinking is so concrete. As I said earlier I plan to tell them to go and ask their father.
Simone- when it comes to bruising my approach is to go out, because you have nothing to hide. Like when you are pregnant and suddenly start noticing bellies everywhere, so too you will notice all the bruised and bumped toddlers in the world….
Posted by: hissychick on May 8th, 2008 at 9:52 am